A few months after my 24th birthday, I am sitting on a padded folding chair in a carpeted hallway outside an office identical to countless others in the thousands of look-a-like meeting houses across Happy Valley and beyond.

Wyeth’s minimal palette creates such moving, striking atmospheres for his work. His scenes are bleak, haunting, isolated, and yet, they invite us to stare deeper, longer, sussing out all the remarkable details contained within them. The above is a study of The Granary, painted by Wyeth in 1961.